It's not much less vague, but at least it's a direction. She nods to acknowledge it, considering what it might mean. Top-secret government stuff seems like it could be distracting to say the least. All in all Dana is a relatively neutral observer-- but she understands the lure of duty, even if it's a different sort.

When the waitress comes by she straightens up and smiles automatically, like they're not discussing classified government jobs and serial killers. (Who would care in Craiger, anyway?) She orders a chamomile tea-- less exciting than Carinda's herbal blends, but it sounds pleasant.

She waits for the woman to leave-- which gives her a moment to consider it.

"How about your mom?"